Chapter 104 Are you hurt?
She blinked once, then smiled.
She walked over quietly and slipped into the chair beside him, her dress folding gracefully around her as she sat. The morning sun coming through the tall windows caught on the soft yellow of her dress, making her look even more golden and warm.
"Good morning, sweetheart!" Alina said brightly, her smile wide and full of affection.
Lucien turned to look at her and for a second, he just stared.
His big eyes blinked once. Then again. A faint pink spread across his cheeks like someone had dabbed watercolor on them with a tiny brush.
"Good morning... Teacher," he mumbled shyly, his voice soft like a whisper tucked into his collar.
He quickly looked back down at the table, pretending to stir his spoon but not before sneaking one more glance at her from the corner of his eye.
Lucien thought, she looked like something out of a storybook.
Her yellow dress reminded him of buttercups blooming in sunlight, soft and warm. Her hair fell around her shoulders like gentle ribbons, and her eyes sparkled like two shiny candies. She smelled like something sweet and comforting—maybe like cake, or soft flowers after the rain.
After breakfast, Lucien quietly slipped down from his chair and reached for his tiny school bag, which sat neatly on chair beside him. The straps were slightly too big for his small shoulders, but he wore it like a little soldier—chin up, eyes steady. Alina stood too, brushing a few crumbs from her dress, watching him with a smile that held just a hint of hesitation.
She glanced toward the front hallway, then out one of the tall castle windows. The sky was still pale and quiet, painted in soft morning tones. But something tugged in the back of her mind.
Was Dante coming to pick them up today?